Clipse, Tammy Lucas, Pharrell - Hostage lyrics

Hello? Yo Pharrell, get the fuck up
Get the fuck up right now huh?
Yo, it's your day date and we
Go this nigga tied down, right now
Yo, wait til' I get there
Dawg, you ain't gonna make it
Out of here bitch
Fuck what you thinkin' nigga?
Hold him up yo, ya'll ready to do this nigga
Why not, I got his ass, I got his ass

You don't really want none of this though
I let 'em know from the get go
See ya'll is a bit slow
Tryin' come wit the hit's
But they missed though
Retaliate make 'em drop like a six fo'
Why you hate cause I didn't give a shoutout
Or the way that my shine turn the spot out
You think you can rhyme but you not out
Or the way we drop the top when it's hot out
Anyone you can pick and choose
Why ya'll stagnant, my niggas stick and move
My name say it all, ain't got shit to prove
My whole mental ain't shit to lose
You all niggas snooze if you wanna
But you gonna be a gonna, please forgive me
Your honor
But that fool tried to take what's mine
That's the reason I had to utilize my nine
Otherwise, you can be right here now
Talkin' bout how the Clipse
Don' bit his style (style)
Back in the day how we did him foul (foul)
Or how we don' switched, how you like me now?
And anything else that them haters may say
Come how you want
Just bring it the right way
Mayday, what they gon say
Coming to they hood, the Clipse and Tammy

Mother fucker what you here for?
Now you wonder why I gotta the
Chrome four to your ear for
So you can hear yo
(Uncle Terrar you gon let him go?)
I don't know
Count to a hundred wit yo eyes closed
Soon every number is a face of
A nigga that's gon die yo
They try to hit me but they too slow
(Daddy, you gon' let him go) i don't know

Are you ready for the showdown?
It won't be pretty if I get another go down
In all aspects, low down when I hit him
Make sure he won't see another go round
What make him think he can flame wit me
Now he hatin' life cause he
Tried to bang wit me
Had to show him death weren't a thing to me
Nothin more than a mere blood stain to me
It's pain to see, ain't a nigga rank wit me
Better yet, ain't a mother fucker hangin me
Ten more on your side, what your odds gon be
Slim to none cause they all
Want to run wit me
The nerve to ask, why terrar hold the heat?
Hopelessly, they try to steal my deal
Just to roast the feat
If I'm the one from being followed
Have my girl double back
Mack eleven make m holla
And it's just that easy
One trigger one sque-eze
And he droppin' to his kne-es damn right
Lit him up give a fuck about him let
The paramedic get him up
I had to muffle his heart beat
Hit everything but the baby in the
Back in the car seat
Had to show his partner talk cheap
And I'ma draw heat
If a nigga think I wanna walk for heat

Think about the things you did
And the things you didn't as a kid
No time to stop cause I'm gonna end your life

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